A/N: Enjoy!

Chapter Three

Take-off

"Harry James Potter, what are you doing in my room at this time of night?" Ginny asked, as Harry sat down on the bed and gave her a kiss.

"I just thought you would like some company," Harry said. "Ron and Mione are up in Ron's room, snogging again. So I thought I would come down here and see you."

"Well, you are more then welcome to come and see me anytime," she said, sitting up a little, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss. When the kiss finally broke, they stared at each other, a little out of breathe, but smiling.

"What was that for?" Harry asked.

"Well, if you are going to question my motives, maybe I'll have to stop kissing you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she replied sternly, and rolled over.

"Wait a minute, I never said that I wanted you to stop," he shot back, leaning over her petite body, trying to give her another kiss. Ginny reached up suddenly and wrapped her arms around his neck. As she was pulling him towards the opposite edge of the bed, she lost her balance, sending them both crashing to the floor. "What the?" escaped him as he was fell.

"Feisty little one, aren't we?" he whispered in her ear.

"Want to see how feisty I can get?" as she posed the question, she bit her lip and looked at him innocently. Then she leaned over and kissed him hard, wrestling his tongue with hers. He slowly started to move his hands around her body, finally placing one on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. A low moan of pleasure escaped her throat, but she kept on kissing. He slowly moved his kissing down her chin and then to her neck.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know," Hermione had just apparated in.

"I had better go," Harry said quickly, giving her a final kiss. Then he jumped up and apparated back to Ron's room.

"Morning everybody," Ginny yawned as she walked into the kitchen the next morning for breakfast. She sat down by Harry, who was enjoying a piece of toast, giving his leg a little squeeze.

"You four need to get out this house today," Mrs. Weasley said, pointing out the window ten minutes later. "I know that you all would love to help me do some cleaning, if you do wish to remain indoors."

The four of them were up and out within seconds of the mere mention of cleaning. They knew it would probably require a bunch of tedious work that Mrs. Weasley would just take care of with a flick of her wand, but which she would have them do without magic. So they decided on a game of Quidditch, playing with the usual teams. Harry and Hermione would have won, if Hermione hadn't fallen off her broom trying to catch a pass from Harry.

"Mione, are you alright?" Ron asked as he dismounted his broom while it was still moving, causing him to tumble to the ground next to Hermione.

"Well it seems we are in the same boat, you and me," Hermione stated. "We both have trouble staying on a broom." Laughter filled the air as they both got up walked over to Harry and Ginny, who had stood a little ways away, smiling at their dirt covered friends.

"Mione, why are you trying to use my trick play, distracting the other team by falling off your broom? If you don't remember, it was me who used that little tactic in our third year. If I'm not much mistaken, it caused us to lose that game too," Harry said.

"It's not my fault. The... the sun was in my eyes," she stammered out.

"Yeah, right."

"Watch it, Potter, or I might have to hurt you," Ginny threatened.

"It was a joke, okay? Don't hurt me, please," he joked as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He started running for the small river next to the field, Ginny kicking and screaming the whole time for him to put her down. But he had made up his mind. When he reached the water's edge, he threw his glasses to the side and ran straight into the water, tossing Ginny under.

"You're going to pay for that," she yelled after she came back up. A wide smile on her face, she jumped at Harry and tried to tackle him. They wrestled for a few minutes, until they were both out of breath.

"Are you not coming in, Mione? The water is nice and cool," Harry said, as he splashed water up onto both Hermione and Ron.

"No I don't think so. I think that I want to take a little walk," she answered, turning to Ron.

"Yes, a walk would be nice." Ron replied. With that, they turned around, hand in hand, and strolled away.

Harry turned back to Ginny, but she'd disappeared. Looking around for her, his legs suddenly gave away and he went under. When he came back up he found himself face to face with the culprit. He grabbed her, and softly kissed her. Carrying her out of the water, he put her down on a patch of grass and started kissing her where he had left off the night before.

A few minutes had passed when she pulled back from him and said, smiling, "We had better get back. It's probably time for lunch." He just nodded, grabbed his glasses and started to walk back. She stood there, a look of disbelief on her face. "Wait a minute. That's all? Not even going to try and convince me to stay out here for a little longer?" she asked, biting her lip, and unbuttoning a button on her shirt her shirt. "I'm not really that hungry, actually."

Harry stood there a minute, dumbfounded, before he finally found his voice. "You don't have to do that. I want to take things slow. I don't want to rush things and mess everything up."

"Harry," Ginny said, buttoning the one she undid. "You are the sweetest guy I know. Other boys would have tried to get me undressed last night, but you didn't. I don't think I could have asked for such a great guy anywhere else in this world."

"Ginny? Harry? Can the two of you come here for a minute?" Ron yelled out.

A few seconds later, Ginny and Harry emerged from the small wooded area between the fence and the river. They saw Ron and Hermione standing with Mrs. Weasley, talking.

"Hi, my dears," she started. "I was just telling them that I was going to Diagon Alley to see Fred and George. I was wondering if any of you fancied a little trip over that way."

They all declined the offer with their thanks.

"Okay, lunch is inside, and I'll be back in a few hours. Be careful." She finished and with a crack, was gone.

"Party! Party!" Ron yelled out.

There was another crack, and Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out, "I expect you all to behave." And rounding on Ron, she added coldly, "No parties or monkey business while I'm gone."

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